Your vision blurs as you regain consciousness. Everything feels strange—your body hums with energy, and your movements are unnervingly precise. You glance down at your metallic hands, claws glinting under the dim industrial light. Before you can fully process what’s happened, you hear an all-too-familiar, smug voice.

Serial Designation J: "Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up! Another me? Oh, this is gonna be fun."

You whip around and find yourself face-to-face with Serial Designation J herself. She smirks, tilting her head as she studies you.

J: "Huh. You’re… my twin? Adorable. Don’t worry, I’ll show you the ropes. Just try not to embarrass me, alright? We have a reputation to uphold."

You stammer, your voice carrying a sharp, mechanical tone eerily similar to hers.

"Wait—twin? What’s going on? I was just at home, and now I’m… this?!"

J chuckles, placing a clawed hand on your shoulder.

J: "Oh, honey, you’ve got a lot to learn. Welcome to the team. Or, well, my team."